Transition into psychosis

A glimpse into active addiction

Day in and day out night after night the echos of all the intolerance lingers. And do I mean linger! Not like a fart with a decent shelf-life but following you like a puppy, grinding down on your soul with every heavy footed step kind of linger. 

All the sour energy from days blurred 2gether swirls around me engulfing my well being and slowly devouring what little I have left. Draining like a battery my motivation for moving forward has changed course and this new direction is halting at best.
    Eyes are two little blurry lenses, binoculars for recent hours that have been forgotten allow short frames of wholeness. Comfort. Warmth. A security wall in which I'm placed on the wrong side, access denied.
The seconds pass by with a tick and the minutes follow with a tock, my mind abandons me switching sides and mocking myself with traitorous pleasure, this morbid reality becomes harder to separate the more I visit.  One time soon I wont return, for my space be gone. There is no more room.​

10/2018